Divesting Poems - Poems about Divesting

...We exist in space and time invisible, unseen for who we truly are exchanging words for thoughts never face-to-face but touching just the same vitriol tossed with the sweetness fair barter fo......Read the rest...

... The disordered sands of entropy, churned by the wheel of chaotic time, settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life. In moments moving with perturbed dispersed dust, the truth of ......Read the rest...

... When the wayward mind is unsteady, the dislodging thrust of the negative sensitivity, unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul, unleashes the base instincts to rush toward the sordi......Read the rest...

... The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray, that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life. In the maiming moments of disdained dejection, truth tumbles in the ......Read the rest...

...The sands of entropy the wheel of chaotic time churns, settle on the stratified shelf of the disorganized life. In moments moving with the dispersed dust of perturbation, the truth of trus......Read the rest...

...The wheel of time churns the disarray dust, settling on the unstable shelf of the disordered life. In the maiming moments of painful perturbation, truth crumbles in the cauldron of disorie......Read the rest...

...For monotheists, like Christians and Jews and Moslems, robust relationships with other humans may feel more sacred than more troubling secular relationships with defensive business of predativ......Read the rest...

...If we are not, is this always the opposite of when we are? If we are negative, is this sometimes appositionally in creative tension with when we are becoming more positive? If we are a not......Read the rest...

... "Butterscotch" Butterscotch kisses morning coffee sugar in my bowl a little cream hopscotch spooning never tasted so sweet morning coffee a little honey i......Read the rest...

... "The Call of the Grimoire" when Exalibur was retrieved from the rock, then foolishly and irretrievably lost in that dreadful battle most worthless ......Read the rest...

... "Oratorio" Another angel hums towards another otherworldly Xanadu bathed in choirs its mystery calls in the golden aria the zephyr light glistens upward......Read the rest...

...I do not like the skin I’m in - It’s dotted, dry and wrinkled, Like paper with a reject poem - Once smooth, now sadly crinkled. Each little tap becomes a bruise, A purple blotch, attesting To......Read the rest...

...The wheel of time churns the disowned dust, settling on the desolate shore of deranged life, in the tidal moments of dispersed perturbation truth oscillates beyond clutch in chasm of chaos......Read the rest...

...Seems like RightWing angry reds are clueless anthrosupremacists who joke they'd be better off dead than organically well fed Despite indigenous faith in sacred EarthJustice now rewritten as sa......Read the rest...

...Where do I draw my bilateral line in a polycultural sandbox? In-between a merely personal traumatic severing excommunicating dispassionate divesting divorcing marginalizing loss and suffer......Read the rest...